Page 52 of One Touch

He grunted. His body was taut with tension, so I pressed in a little more and smoothed my hand down his back. “Breathe, Lath. Let me in. I’ll make it feel good.”

He did as I said and relaxed. My cock slid in another inch. I steadied myself so I didn’t press in too fast. I wanted this to feel as good for him as it did for me. My hands continued to explore, and I was able to sink a little deeper. I angled my hips, and when the tip of my dick brushed against that fleshy spot, he moaned and allowed me in further.

“That’s it, Lath. You’re doing so well. You okay?”

“Mmhm,” he mumbled into the comforter.

“I’m going to move now. You still green?”

“Green,” he said without hesitation.

Gently, I pulled back and watched in awe as my dick split open his cheeks. No other man had ever felt this good. And I had a suspicion no other man ever would again.

I withdrew before thrusting back in. I slid in much easier this time and felt him relax as I picked up the pace. My movements became quicker, and when I tilted my hips, I knew the instant I found his prostate again.

“Oh, fuck. More. Faster. Don’t hold back now, Bambi.”

Grinning, I gripped his hips harder and did as he requested. Tunneling in and out of him was sublime. A big part of me wished I could see his face, but I knew I wouldn’t survive it if I did. All the emotions I felt would be displayed, and there would be no hiding them. The only way to keep my heart intact was to distance myself. It was all I had left.

The sound of skin slapping skin quickly filled the room as my movements picked up. My balls were already drawn up tight, and I had to recite the Stanley Cup winners to quell the urge to come. Lathan melted into the mattress and eagerly pressed back to match my thrusts. He was better than I’d ever imagined.

“Touch yourself. Come for me, Lath.”

He moaned and wrapped his hand around himself. I watched as he jerked his hand up and down in clumsy strokes before he was erupting all over his hand. His hole tightened around me as he came, and it was all it took to send me over the edge. My entire body locked up, and my vision went black as the most intense orgasm washed over me. Tingles spread across my whole body, and my toes curled into the carpet as rope after rope of cum filled the condom.

Once I was done, it took the last bit of brainpower not to collapse on top of Lathan. I withdrew, tied off the condom, and chucked it into the trash can near the bed. I didn’t even watch to see if it made it before I fell onto the mattress. Lathan had rolled over and stared at me. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, and there weren’t enough brain cells firing yet for me to decipher it.

“So?” I panted, turning my head toward him. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“No,” he choked out, and my heart sank. “It was more.” Oh, thank goodness. He took a deep breath before turning on his side and drawing me to him. “I didn’t think anything could ever feel as good as scoring a goal, but that might beat it.”

I grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to do that.”

“The honor is all mine. Have you seen your backside?” I teased.

Lathan rolled his eyes and pulled me closer, lifting a leg over me to hold me still. “How soon can we do that again?”

Laughing, I smoothed his hair back. “I knew you’d be a cock slut.” He smiled so easily I felt as if I’d won the goal. “But you need to rest. I don’t want to hurt you. Once you build up your stamina, good luck keeping me out.”

“That’s a term I can agree to.”

“Good.” I smacked his butt. It was becoming too intense, and I was likely to kiss him if I didn’t stop. “Come on. The best thing to help with that goal is to soak in the bath.”

I rolled off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I didn’t look back as I started the water and prepared the bath, mostly because I was scared to see what would be on his face. This had become a dangerous game that I no longer held all the cards to, and I was past the point of caring.

CHAPTER20

LATHAN

I had sex—reallygood sex.

I had really good sex with Miller, and I’d enjoyed it—more than enjoyed it, if I was being honest.

It almost felt unreal, but the slight twinge in my ass confirmed it was very real. The oddest aftereffect was how different I felt, and yet no one else seemed to notice. How was it not obvious my entire worldview had shifted? My insides had been rearranged, and I was a different man now.

Or at least it felt like I was. It was a blessing and curse, I suppose.

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